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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Pretty Things to the dance 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.