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 Jamaica and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Surgeon to the disco 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
The Buckinghams,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.