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 Tonga and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Davy DMX,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.