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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
Pylon,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.