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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
X-102,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monks,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
UT,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
Sun City Girls,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.