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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.