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 Rwanda and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Victims to the funk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
UT,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
PIL,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.