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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Ohio Players to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radio Birdman,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Urselle,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.