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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 X-101 to the dance 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Q65,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
World's Most,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.