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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
New Order,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Magazine,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.