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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Little Man to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 United States of America,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Clear Light,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
Jandek,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.