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 Iraq 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
The Victims,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
Interpol,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Bob Dylan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.