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 San Marino and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amazonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
the Germs,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.