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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Leaves to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
the Association,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
Chrome,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.