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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lalann to the dance 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
Faust,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.