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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
Skarface,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.