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 Maldives and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 D'Angelo to the techno 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.