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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
Nico,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.