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 Belarus and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 KRS-One to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
Intrusion,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
The Happenings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.