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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.