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 Tanzania and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Erykah Badu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
F. McDonald,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.