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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MDC,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Television,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.