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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tres Demented to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.