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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 The Misunderstood to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.