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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.