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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Symarip 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.