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 Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Count Five to the dance 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.