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 Panama 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
Nick Fraelich,
Scrapy,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.