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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
X-102,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.