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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalann to the rock 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
Bang On A Can,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.