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 Malawi 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 electroclash 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.