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 Indonesia 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sugar Minott to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Brick,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.