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 Botswana 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 The Invisible to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.