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 Antigua and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fat Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
Saccharine Trust,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.