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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Porter Ricks to the punk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
The American Breed,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
Q65,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.