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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Roxette to the rock 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
X-102,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.