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 Estonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Cowsills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cecil Taylor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Smog,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Organ,
AZ,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.