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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Second Layer to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.