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 Serbia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Loose Ends to the funk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
Nas,
Fear,
Ohio Players,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
Zapp,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.