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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q65,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.