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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 D'Angelo to the punk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
Bluetip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.