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 Malta and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 DNA 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.