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 Cambodia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
Oneida,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.