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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Joe Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.