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 Burkina and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Tremeloes to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Aural Exciters,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.