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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.