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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barry Ungar,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
X-101,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
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.