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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Searchers to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Erasure,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
The Index,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.