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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
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 Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 H. Thieme to the grime 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.