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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Brick,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.