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 Honduras and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skaos to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.