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 Monaco and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-101,
Cluster,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Hood,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.