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 Namibia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
Scan 7,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
EPMD,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.