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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 H. Thieme to the disco 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Trojans,
Moss Icon,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Grauzone,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.