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 Gabon and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.