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 Libya and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
Josef K,
The Gun Club,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scratch Acid,
The Kinks,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.