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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Metal Thangz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.