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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Don Cherry to the jazz 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.