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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 X-101 to the rap 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.