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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.