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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang of Four to the dance 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.