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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 The Young Rascals to the disco 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Can,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.