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 Germany and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Association,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.