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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Hashim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.