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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
The Evens,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.