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 Uganda and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Knickerbockers to the dance 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
The Evens,
New Order,
Flipper,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.