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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Monks,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.