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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
AZ,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.