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 Cambodia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed 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?
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.