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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 The Grass Roots to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.