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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Roxette to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.