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 the UAE and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 The Angels of Light to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.