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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Supertramp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
MDC,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.