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 Panama and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q and Not U to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins 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?
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Toasters,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
Pole,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.