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 Ireland and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Cameo to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.