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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Parry Music to the funk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
Roxette,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.