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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Marmalade to the dance 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.