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 Russia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The J.B.'s to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
The Gories,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.