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 Tunisia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Jawbox,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.