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 Fiji and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 ABBA to the disco 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.