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 Belize and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Urselle to the punk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Skaos,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.