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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Bluetip to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
Index,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.