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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
Technova,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
Black Pus,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.