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 Sweden and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Ice-T to the jazz 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Pagans,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.