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 Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Inner City to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Fear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.