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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Patti Smith to the dance 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deadbeat,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.