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 Fiji and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.