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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Can to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Quantec,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
JFA,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.