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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eddi Front to the crunk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills 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?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.