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 Ivory Coast and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Whodini to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Josef K,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.