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 Tonga 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.