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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 ABBA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
Smog,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.