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 France and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sex Pistols to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.