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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harmonia to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.