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 Nepal and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Doobie Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
This Heat,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.