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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 John Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
The Gladiators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
T. Rex,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.