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 Singapore and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.