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 Brunei and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
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 marimba 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 Sugar Minott to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Cymande,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.