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 the UAE and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Nas,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
The Litter,
Swans,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.