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 Zimbabwe 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Underground Resistance to the punk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
Oneida,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
June Days,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Franke,
AZ,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.