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 Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Hoover,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.