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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Niagra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
Little Man,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.