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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Hood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.