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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
the Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.