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 Slovakia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 In Retrospect to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
Mars,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.