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 Serbia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
The Human League,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.