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 Burkina and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Swans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
ABBA,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.