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 Macedonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Magazine to the crunk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.