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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Essential Logic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
MC5,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.