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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Gories to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
Mars,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.