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 Australia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Reagan Youth 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
AZ,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
DNA,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
Fear,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.