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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
Cymande,
Audionom,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.