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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
The Busters,
Oneida,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.