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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
The Evens,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
The Index,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.