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 Egypt and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Funky Four + One to the crunk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
Gong,
The Star Department,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.