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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.