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 Iraq and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
Rekid,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.