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 Norway and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.