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 Philippines and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Robert Görl to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
DNA,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.