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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fugs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Brick,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
The Remains,
ABBA,
Nas,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.