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 Yemen 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 In Retrospect to the disco 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Quantec,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.