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 Liberia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Normal to the dance 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Marmalade,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.