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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rock 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
cv313,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Gong,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.