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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Easy Going to the jazz 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
Piero Umiliani,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.