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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABC 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Index,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.