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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.