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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 a-ha to the crunk 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
Q65,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.