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 Ethiopia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
Wire,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
Pagans,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.