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 Antigua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Five Americans to the funk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
Adolescents,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
Can,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
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.