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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Accadde A to the crunk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Cluster,
ABBA,
X-102,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
Eddi Front,
Can,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.