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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Fire Engines to the crunk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.