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 St Lucia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Arcadia to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
Magma,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
Kayak,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.