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 Swaziland and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Black Flag to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.