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 Austria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Ponytail to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Golliwogs,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.