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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camouflage to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.