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 Kenya and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul II Soul to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
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.