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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Oneida to the disco 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
X-101,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.