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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Skarface to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.