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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Ronnie Foster 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Howard Jones,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alphaville,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.