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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fatback Band to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
Q65,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.