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 Togo 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Youth Brigade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
Ten City,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
Can,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.