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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Leaves to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
Visage,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.