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 Panama and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mars,
Skaos,
ABC,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.