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 Argentina and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 B.T. Express to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
DNA,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.