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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Soul II Soul to the disco 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
Pagans,
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.