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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Delon & Dalcan 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
Gang Starr,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Supertramp,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
One Last Wish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.