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 El Salvador and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
Ronan,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.