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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Barry Ungar to the techno 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Little Man,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.