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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unwound,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.