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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Velvet Underground to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Pagans,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.