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 Ethiopia and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 John Cale to the jazz 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
Skaos,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.