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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Procol Harum to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.