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 Armenia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Scion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
The Monks,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
The Red Krayola,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.