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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Red Krayola to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.