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 Belgium and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
Magazine,
X-102,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
Cymande,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
CMW,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.