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 San Marino and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
Gong,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chrome,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.