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 Benin and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Eurythmics to the grime 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
Godley & Creme,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.