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 Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Happenings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.