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 Gabon 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Clear Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
a-ha,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.