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 Palau and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Easy Going,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental 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.