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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Index,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.