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 Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.