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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Soft Machine to the crunk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
The Martian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.