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 Jordan and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harmonia to the grime 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
Stiv Bators,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Move,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
Excepter,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.