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 Yemen 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Knickerbockers to the dance 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
Scion,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
Franke,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.