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 Italy and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Country Teasers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
Wings,
Warsaw,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.