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 Cambodia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Litter to the rock 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.