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 Ireland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Second Layer to the electroclash 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Audionom,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
Ossler,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Echospace,
10cc,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pop Group,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.