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 Eritrea and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Procol Harum to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
Gong,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.