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 Suriname and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
Magazine,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.