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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
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 Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.