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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Beau Brummels to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.