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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
The Residents,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.