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 Iraq and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.