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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 EPMD to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Main Source,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.