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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
The Remains,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.