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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Simply Red to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.