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 Dominica and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
The Monks,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.