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 Thailand 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donny Hathaway to the crunk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
The Residents,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.