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 Ireland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.