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 Venezuela 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.