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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Sun Ra to the jazz 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ten City,
Faust,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.