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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fania All-Stars to the disco 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
UT,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.