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 Canada 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Smog,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.