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 Russia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
UT,
Excepter,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Chrome,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.