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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
Wire,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
Television,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
Can,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.