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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan 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?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.