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 Australia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.