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 Mongolia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
The Gories,
Q65,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.