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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 a-ha to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.