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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Alarm Clocks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
the Association,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.