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 Ecuador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.