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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
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 Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
Bluetip,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.