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 San Marino and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.