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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 June Days to the dance 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
This Heat,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.