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 Benin and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Animal Collective to the crunk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Ice-T,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.