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 Korea North 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Black Bananas to the rock 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
the Human League,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.