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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rod Modell to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
Swans,
MC5,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.