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 Palau and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
The Techniques,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.