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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-101,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
Skarface,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.