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 Philippines and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.