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 Tonga and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 X-102 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.