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 East Timor and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
The Black Dice,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Q65,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Byron Stingily,
New Order,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.