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 Turkey and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Moss Icon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
Scion,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.