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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Lalo Schifrin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.