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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skriet to the dance 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magazine,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.