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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the punk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Gong,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
PIL,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.