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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ultra Naté to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.