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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Urselle to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
Swell Maps,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.