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 Laos and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Cal Tjader to the jazz 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.