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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
Urselle,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
CMW,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
Model 500,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.