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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.