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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
Franke,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
MDC,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
Technova,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.