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 Japan and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.