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 Angola and from New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 June Days to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
K-Klass,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.