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 Germany and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Evens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
Symarip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
Television,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.