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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Stereo Dub to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.