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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
Maleditus Sound,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.