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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Morten Harket to the grunge 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Babytalk,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
Oneida,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.