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 Tanzania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Erasure to the techno 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move 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?
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.