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 Montenegro and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 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 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 Eurythmics to the punk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.