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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Pussy Galore to the grime 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.