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 Malta and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Jacques Brel,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
Schoolly D,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.