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 Bolivia and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Q65 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.