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 China and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
Smog,
DNA,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.