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 Iraq and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Urselle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.