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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Brick 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
Zapp,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.