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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Anakelly to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Surgeon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.