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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Supertramp to the jazz 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
Harry Pussy,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Symarip,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.