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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Wasted Youth to the dance 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Technova,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Nico,
Monks,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.