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 Sierra Leone 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lindisfarne 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.