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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Mummies to the disco 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Supertramp,
ABC,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
The Seeds,
cv313,
JFA,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.