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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
Q65,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
Deadbeat,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.