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 Dominica and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All CMW 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 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
Skriet,
The Residents,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
the Human League,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.