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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Amazonics 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Second Layer,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.