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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Infiniti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.