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 Syria and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.