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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
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 Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hoover to the grime 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
World's Most,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.