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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 B.T. Express to the rap 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
Ludus,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.