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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 the Slits to the funk 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.