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 Tanzania and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Y Pants to the crunk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.