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 Poland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erykah Badu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
Nico,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.