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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amazonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
Neu!,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.