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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.