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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Smog to the techno 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
Ludus,
the Association,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.