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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siglo XX to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat,
The Toasters,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.