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 Morocco and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Index to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Magazine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.