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 Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Mr. Review to the rap 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.