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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Lou Reed 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Slits,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.