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 Botswana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Nick Fraelich to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most 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?
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.