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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
X-102,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.