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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Smooth 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
the Normal,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
the Germs,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.