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 Mali and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.