Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kuwait and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing One Last Wish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.