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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Essential Logic to the punk 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris Corsano,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.