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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Donald Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.