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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
Ronan,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ossler,
Niagra,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.