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 Antigua 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.