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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Anakelly to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.