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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Can,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.