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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Black Sheep to the jazz 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.