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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
Nico,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.