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 Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skatalites to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.