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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
Flipper,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
Nico,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.