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 Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
Section 25,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.