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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ten City to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.