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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
Ossler,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q65,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.