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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
PIL,
a-ha,
World's Most,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
Wings,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Cymande,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.