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 Singapore and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Television,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.