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 Somalia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Scrapy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
JFA,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.