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 Nauru and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Can,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.