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 Argentina and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Outsiders to the funk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
Faust,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.