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 Romania and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 In Retrospect to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
Q65,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Names,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
Franke,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.