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 Denmark and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 The Toasters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.