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 Philippines and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
Q65,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Second Layer,
DNA,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.