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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.