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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken 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?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
Ituana,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.