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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Excepter to the jazz 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.