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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Glenn Branca,
Symarip,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.