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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Detroit Cobras to the techno 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Can,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.