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 Antigua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 New Age Steppers to the rap 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.