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 Armenia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Young Rascals to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
Erasure,
The Fall,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
Soul II Soul,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.