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 Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the funk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
Slave,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.