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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
Slave,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.