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 Liberia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Offenders to the jazz 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.