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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Anthony Braxton to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Crime,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.