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 Norway 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.