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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.