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 Jordan and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.