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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.