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 Brazil and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Busters to the electroclash 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Monks,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Suicide,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
The Kinks,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
Y Pants,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
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.