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 Palau and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Organ,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.