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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Loose Ends to the punk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.