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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.