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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
Echospace,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.