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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
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 rhodes 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
Q65,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.