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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fear to the funk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
Monolake,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Pole,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.