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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Von Mondo to the grunge 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.