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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the electroclash 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.