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 San Marino and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
Can,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
Faust,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
Q65,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.