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 Lithuania and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
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 guitar 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 Infiniti to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
UT,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.