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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Chrome,
The Residents,
X-101,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.