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 Costa Rica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
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 spring reverb 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 Radio Birdman 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
Television,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
Simply Red,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.