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 Iraq and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Sam Rivers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Near,
Organ,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.