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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
The Busters,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.