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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
David McCallum,
CMW,
Excepter,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.