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 El Salvador 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rod Modell to the rock 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.