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 Switzerland and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red 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?
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
the Swans,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.