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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxette to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.