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 Germany and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Offenders to the rock 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.