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 Yemen and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division,
DNA,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.