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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
The Motions,
Yaz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.