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 Iceland and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Urselle to the punk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
Q65,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Make Up,
Jeff Mills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.