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 Seychelles and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Y Pants to the dance 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.