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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kurtis Blow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.