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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 New York Dolls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
Monolake,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Urselle,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
Mars,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
the Normal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.