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 Ireland and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
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 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 The Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
CMW,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.