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 Chile 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Groovy Waters to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Can,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.