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 Austria and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hoover to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.