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 Greece and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Pop Group to the disco 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.