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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
Khruangbin,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
Organ,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.