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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 dance 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
Isaac Hayes,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
Rapeman,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.