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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Ossler to the techno 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's 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 rap 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
The Evens,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
Q65,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.