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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets 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 rock 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Aswad,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.