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 Burundi and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Flipper to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.