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 Turkey 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pop Group 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
Pylon,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.