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 Argentina and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
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 synthesizer 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 Public Enemy to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Brass Construction,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.