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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.