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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Fear,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Smog,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.