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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.