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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
Lindisfarne,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.