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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
ABC,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.