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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.