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 Colombia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Connie Case to the crunk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.