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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
The Mummies,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.