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 Cambodia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Blues Magoos 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
Rekid,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.