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 Cyprus and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
Echospace,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.