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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oneida to the electroclash 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.