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 South Africa and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
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 organ 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 The Zeros to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
Little Man,
Magazine,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.