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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Monks to the jazz 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
Television,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.