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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
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 linndrum 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.