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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.