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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Womack,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
June Days,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.