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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
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 Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nils Olav to the funk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
the Germs,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.