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 Armenia and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Masters at Work to the rock 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
Anakelly,
Brick,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
Ossler,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.