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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Au Pairs to the rock 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Wings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Franke,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Golliwogs,
The Evens,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
Monolake,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.