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 Israel and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
CMW,
ABBA,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Crime,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.