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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
Flipper,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
the Slits,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.