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 Somalia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.