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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Stiv Bators to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.