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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Excepter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Excepter,
The Last Poets,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
the Normal,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.