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 France and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Public Enemy 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
Panda Bear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.