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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
The Count Five,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Index,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.