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 Panama and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toni Rubio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
Black Pus,
The Move,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.