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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Siglo XX to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
Radiohead,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.