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 Korea North and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Modern Lovers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.