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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Fatback Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
The Cure,
Can,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.