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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.