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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tomorrow to the crunk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Darondo,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.