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 Benin and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Model 500,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.