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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
The Residents,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.