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 Estonia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Quantec to the rap 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
10cc,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.