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 Mexico and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
Franke,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.