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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nico to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
Adolescents,
Technova,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.