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 Albania and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Kas Product to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Surgeon,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.