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 Montenegro 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Rotary Connection to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.