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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
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 synthesizer 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.