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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Steve Hackett 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.