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 Austria and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.