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 Laos and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Hood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
Oblivians,
H. Thieme,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
UT,
the Swans,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.