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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Peter and Kerry 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
The Doors,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.