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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Franke to the punk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Rekid,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.