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 Canada and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Underground Resistance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.