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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
MDC,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.