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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Easy Going to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
MC5,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
Television,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.