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 Suriname and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pere Ubu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
Crime,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.