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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.