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 Samoa and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the funk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.