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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Woodstock and Lyon.
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 snare 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.