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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Ohio Players to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.