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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 The Buckinghams to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul,
Fear,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
UT,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
MDC,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.