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 Yemen and from Lagos.
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 Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
JFA,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.