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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Royal Trux to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.