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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Pussy Galore to the grime 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
CMW,
UT,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.