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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
Q65,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.