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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.