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 Pakistan 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 Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Sixth Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
JFA,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.