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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
The Names,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.