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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Oneida to the rock 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
The American Breed,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.