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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vainqueur to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.