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 Iran 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Moss Icon to the crunk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.