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 Niger and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 The Dirtbombs to the electroclash 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.