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 Poland and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Y Pants 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.