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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Barrington Levy to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.