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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s.
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 Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.