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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Brick,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ituana,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.