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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eric Dolphy 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.