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 Ivory Coast 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Happenings to the techno 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.