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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.