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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.