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 Lucia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
a-ha,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.