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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
Stetsasonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.