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 Salvador.
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 Manchester and Toronto.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Janne Schatter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.