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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
The Monks,
Aswad,
The Move,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.