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 Burundi and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Porter Ricks,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.