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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 T. Rex 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABBA,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
Japan,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.