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 Suriname and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cal Tjader to the rap 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.