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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.