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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.