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 East Timor 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Scion,
Excepter,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
Magazine,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.