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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
Crooked Eye,
Sällskapet,
Can,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
The Cure,
B.T. Express,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.