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 Chad and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Darondo,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.