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 Chile and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.