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 Norway and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
Monks,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
The Monks,
Q65,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.