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 Georgia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Associates to the disco 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.