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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.