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 Canada and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Aswad to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.