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 Cameroon and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Masters at Work to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faust,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.