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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
Monks,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.