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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gang of Four to the dance 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
The Fall,
Inner City,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.