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 Nauru and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Faraquet to the jazz 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
Fear,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
AZ,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.