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 Fiji and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
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 Cecil Taylor to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
Mars,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
Television,
Gang Green,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.