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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moby Grape to the rock 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
Inner City,
JFA,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.