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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.