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 Denmark and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
Jawbox,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.