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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barracudas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
Flipper,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.