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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Doors 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
Scion,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
Television,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
The Leaves,
Pole,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.