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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Outsiders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
Fear,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Urselle,
ABBA,
Nas,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.