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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Mars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stetsasonic,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.