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 Iran and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Steve Hackett to the disco 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.