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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Sex Pistols to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Visage,
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
the Human League,
Nico,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
Q65,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
Swans,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.