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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kayak to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.