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 Sweden and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
the Association,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.