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 Namibia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sällskapet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Lalann,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.