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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 The Sonics to the disco 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma,
Outsiders,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Steve Hackett,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.