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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Ten City,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.