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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Görl,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
Faust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.