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 United Kingdom and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.