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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Joey Negro to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
The Evens,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.