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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Half Japanese to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.