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 Maldives and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Steve Hackett to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
Section 25,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
Faraquet,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.