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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Tim Buckley to the rap 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Index,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.