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 the UAE and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Little Man to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques,
Whodini,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.