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 Portugal and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 ABBA to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.