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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.