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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 The Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Smog,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
Quantec,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.