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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.