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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Leaves to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Shoche,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
The Saints,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.