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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Swans,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.