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 Venezuela and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Niagra to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Cameo,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.