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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.