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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
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 Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Theoretical Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
Ituana,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smiths,
Kas Product,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.