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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lalo Schifrin 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.