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 Singapore and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Intrusion to the punk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
CMW,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.