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 Namibia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tubeway Army 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
Television,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.