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 Namibia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
MDC,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.