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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalo Schifrin to the crunk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
T. Rex,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
CMW,
Nas,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.