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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Model 500,
Magazine,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.