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 Malta and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ponytail to the dance 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
The J.B.'s,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Gong,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.