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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Happenings to the techno 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
The Motions,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.