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 Panama and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Cluster to the rock 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.