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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
Ten City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.