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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.