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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
Scion,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.