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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lower 48 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.