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 Philippines and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
Smog,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
Arcadia,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.