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 Austria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Dual Sessions to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.