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 Yemen 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Names,
Arcadia,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
Slave,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.