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 Argentina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Porter Ricks to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Motorama,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
Smog,
Main Source,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
UT,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.