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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.