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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash 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 World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smiths,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.