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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Ohio Players to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
KRS-One,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.