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 Croatia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joyce Sims to the rock 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.