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 Egypt and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Young Marble Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.