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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Dennis Brown 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.