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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.