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 Monaco 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pantytec to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.