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 Romania and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
Fugazi,
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
Flipper,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.