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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.