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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hoover to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
Organ,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City 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.