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 Uganda and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Grass Roots to the grime 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians 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?
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
World's Most,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.