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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Al Stewart to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.