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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.