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 Romania and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Symarip to the rap 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.