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 Swaziland 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
Mars,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.