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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Quantec to the rock 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Neu!,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.