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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Niagra to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Yusef Lateef,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Motorama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.