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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pop Group to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.