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 Senegal and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
Underground Resistance,
UT,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.