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 Tanzania and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Detroit Cobras to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Monks,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Dual Sessions,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.