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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ossler to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.