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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
the Human League,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.