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 Algeria and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.