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 Bulgaria 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Al Stewart to the dance 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
Audionom,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.