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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Wasted Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
X-101,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
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.