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 Albania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Supertramp to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Q65,
Yazoo,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories,
Crime,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.