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 South Africa and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 U.S. Maple to the rock 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
Rod Modell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.