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 Comoros and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 The J.B.'s to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Janne Schatter,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Flipper,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.