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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
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 Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Dirtbombs to the funk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
Slave,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
Brick,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.