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 Colombia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Agent Orange to the jazz 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Accadde A,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.