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 Denmark and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Arcadia 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.