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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Sun City Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
Franke,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
Excepter,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
10cc,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.