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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chrome to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.