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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 LL Cool J to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Magazine,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
10cc,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
DNA,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.