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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T. Rex to the crunk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.