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 Dominican Republic 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
the Human League,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.