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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ultravox to the rock 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Kayak,
Deepchord,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
UT,
New Order,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.