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 Angola and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
UT,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.