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 Russia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gichy Dan to the punk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
The Trojans,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.