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 Guyana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
Main Source,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
Urselle,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Franke,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.