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 Liberia 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 The Dead C to the dance 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
The Human League,
Flipper,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
Moebius,
The Fugs,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.