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 Yemen and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
Qualms,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
Q65,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.